Middle Age Raindrops
by Mondae Price
As the rain crashes against the windowpane, I reflect upon my life, now, trickling by.
A life once filled with hopes and dreams racing against raindrops that penetrate the sky.
Time, like raindrops, is falling faster to the ground than the rain can pour.
The years are flowing by; no, life isn’t what it was before.
It’s getting louder ... the tick ticking of life’s clock at my door.
Warning, “Beware, days are vanishing like water dripping upon your floor.”
Raindrops pound on my rooftop to a beat nostalgic of my youth.
Like “flower children” dancing to the rhythm of innocence and truth.
Now, “middle age” raindrops drown adolescent plans and schemes.
And they are slowly replaced with more realistic dreams.
The sound of raindrops slowly subsides until the beat is heard no more.
The calming storm paints a sanguine rainbow peaking through my door.
Alas, I’m reminded that raindrops are like showers of stormy years that we toil to restore.
And, I am soothed by these “middle age” raindrops sowing seeds of wisdom galore!
Cyberspace Fantasy Girl
by Mondae Price
You can’t hear her voice. No, you can’t see her face.
She’s just an illusion mailing you from Cyberspace.
She can’t make you bleed. Yet, she might make you feel.
You’re sure she’s a fantasy; you know she’s not real!
Now, what if this electronic vision was your dream come true?
A “fantasy girl” made-to-order, programmed to please only you.
Chatting words of passion and eroticism; uttered like a dare.
Seducing you with that lustful face entangled in silken hair.
Engaging looks beguile you; spellbound are you, by her eyes of green-blue.
Lips stealing kisses as she whispers, “Master, anything you want, I will do.”
But in a flash, your fantasy girl, your cyberdream has faded from view.
Once again, you’re traveling through Cyberspace, your computer and you!
Allen’s Birthday Ode 2008
by Mondae Price
On the day that you were born, a very special boy was created by the Heavens above.
A boy, so special, his parents knew that all they had to give him was plenty of love.
Although it was clear that this creation, one of God’s angels, wasn’t the perfect boy as he grew.
You see, he was a pot-smoking hippy, a hell-raiser, too, but a fun loving spirit so tender and true.
In spite of it all, he had a vision of what he wanted to do as he grew; He produced a business, very successful was he.
And he believed that if he worked really hard, was loyal and true, he could be anything that he set his mind to be.
And so, this boy grew into an adored mentor, a father, a friend.
It is said that all who knew him felt blessed forever, ‘til the end.
Therefore, I honor this boy, who grew into a wonderful man, with this birthday ode.
Singing praises of God’s creation, this special man, that’s indeed, an unwritten code.
I celebrate you, Allen … a work of art in all the things that you are … all the things that you do.
I write this poem … a gift from the bottom of my heart; And, I sing, “Happy Birthday to you!”